Austin shook his head, even if it made his headache worse. Every beneath his skull felt on fire. Beau was right, the fruity drinks were a mistake. "It wasn't like that. There was no straw. No breaking point. It was just a slow erosion in my head the more you withdrew. I didn't go out to cheat on you because we weren't making love. I mean it when I say that. I went out to get trashed and try to switch off the pain for a bit. I guess the E just forced everything to the forefront. I don't know. I knew as soon as I did that I'd lost you. Before that, I was trying. I just didn't know how to help you. I thought giving you space was what you needed. I never pressured you, did I? I've been trying to figure out what it was that I did that made you think I cheated because you wouldn't sleep with me. I've been trying to find the proverbial straw too but it just wasn't like that. I was in it with you forever. I don't regret telling you I still love you, that I ache to hold you. That's..." He didn't even know what he was trying to say anymore. He just off the bed, dragging the IV pole into the bathroom and managed to somehow throw up spectacularly all over again. This definitely was just the fruity drinks anymore.